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Two things gave away Lynn’s discomfort: her sharp intake of breath, and the tension that strained her arms as she kept herself lifted, hovering over that which was to be her fate. The Ringmaster leered at her, tracing a line to connect her shoulder and torso that made her twitch as he queried the crowd. The crowd loved it, cheering as she lost her strength and brushed the tip of the tentacle that waited for her, already slick with her arousal.
She jerked back up, cursing as she strained against the bonds that bound her ankles against the front legs of the chair. She was almost free. Almost. But the light chain that the Ringmaster had strung around her hips, kept her positioned just so, and everyone in the room knew it. She betrayed her resolve as she glanced between her naked thighs. The thing she fought so desperately to avoid was the seat of the chair covered with wriggling rubbery tentacles. They ranged from a few inches to just under a foot in length, and at the end of each appendage was a small suctioning mouth that kissed at her thighs. The only exception was the head of the one she kept nearly impaling herself upon, but the girth made her wet just thinking of it. As she slipped in her resolve, breasts heaving with the effort of keeping herself aloft, the audience went wild, calling out to her to just enjoy it.
The Ringmaster favored her with a smile as the crowd behind him shouted, cat-calling her to come. He stepped up to her, touching a hand to her face as she begged him to let her go. The crowd roared. Suddenly, Lynn felt a writhing sensation on her back, sliding and searching the length of her spine. She gasped to realize that she couldn’t see what was mounted on the back of the chair, and froze as two snaking tentacles reached around to caress her sides. They tickled and stroked, making Lynn strain against the chain at her waist and the manacles holding her aloft. The Ringmaster smirked, watching as the tentacles slipped under her breasts, and Lynn knew what they were targeting. Suddenly close, the Ringmaster reached out and pinched her nipples as if to confirm for certain that was their goal. She tried to shift her torso, writhing away, but no matter her efforts, they encircled her breasts and closed in on their target. The crowd was alive with anticipation, cheering them on until with a last sudden lurch, both tentacles latched hard onto her nipples. She let out a short scream as the tentacles began to suck and pull, biting into her skin the harder she moved to flee them.
The Ringmaster took hold of a tentacle, stepping to the side to give the audience full view. They shouted for him to pull it off, and when he did, the audible pop rang in her ears. Lynn jerked and gasped, helpless, and the Ringmaster let the tentacle latch back onto its perch. Now, patting her cheek, the Ringmaster stepped around to the back side of her chair, putting her on full view.
The audience went wild as the Ringmaster moved behind her, chanting for her to be lowered, and Lynn felt the chain at her waist being pulled taught, pulling her downward. Her manacled hands were lowered as well, and she fought uselessly as she was lowered upon the mass of tentacles below her. All too soon the longest ones were able reach her and she could feel them slithering around between her thighs. She felt a thick snake of one prowling along the crease of her ass, searching singularly as others pushed aside her pussy lips to penetrate her. Lynn let out a yell as one lucky sucker latched directly onto her clit, and then redoubled her surprise as she was dropped onto the largest tentacle at long last. As her orgasm burst out of her, the crowd went wild. “One!” they applauded, coming to the edge of their seats. Eyes searching wildly, she shivered with lingering sensation and every grasping, sucking, wriggling tentacle caused pleasure to the point of pain.
Her eyes went wide as she remembered the snaking tentacle probing along her ass, and gasped once against as it pushed forward, slipping inside of her without warning. She writhed away from it, rocking against the one in her pussy, and then groaned in pleasure as the two tentacles began thrusting in tandem, pushing Lynn over the edge into another orgasm. The crowd roared again. “Two!”
Now, the Ringmaster revealed himself to the audience once again, calling out to the crowd if he should stop. “NO,” they cried, as she sagged forward, her head hung in her arms as the tentacles continued to pulse within her. Lynn felt full to bursting, thought not nearly full enough, it seemed, as some of the smaller tentacles probed around the edges of her ass and pussy. They wriggled against her, pushing insistently until they slithered in alongside the large singular tentacles. The crowd started yelling for the finish, and the tentacles on her nipples and clit sucked harder. She closed her eyes, straining forward to be free of them, but the great cry of the audience made her look. She gasped, seeing the Ringmaster had moved before her, and in her surprise he slipped his hard, swollen cock down between unsuspecting lips.
“Three!” the crowd roared, and the Ringmaster moved inside of her. Now, Lynn gave in to the crow’s urging, tasting the salt of his orgasm within her, and came with the strongest orgasm she’d ever had in her life. As the ringmaster withdrew, leering still, and the crowd sang their praises. “Encore! Encore!”